In the evening, Niu Chenshi and others gathered in the signing room and submitted the concluded case files to Hai Gong.

"Zhongcheng, there are not many people filing complaints in Kunshan County, and they are all very bad ones." Niu Chenshi said cautiously, "If that's the case, should we continue to waste time here?"

This is the territory of Master Zhao's father, Moo Moo dare not speak carelessly.

Hai Rui looked puzzled and asked, "Don't you think this is a little unusual?"

Not all officials had come into contact with Zhao Hao. For example, Commissioner Wang, who had been successfully influenced by Lord Hai, nodded and said, "When I was examining the case, I heard that after Magistrate Zhao took office, he only held a court session once on the first day, and has never posted a complaint to this day."

"This is a bit too much." The officials said, "He hasn't even filed a complaint yet, so how come no one has filed a complaint?"

"Is it possible that we must guard against the people's mouths rather than against the river?" Commissioner Wang speculated.

Hai Rui did not express his opinion easily. Although he had no tendency to be partial to others, his IQ exceeded that of ordinary people... Zhao Shouzheng had only been in office for half a year and had been on the dike the whole time. No matter how many complaints the people made, it had nothing to do with him.

It doesn't make sense to stop the people from filing a complaint, right? Besides, can the government stop the people of Wuzhong?

Hai Rui thought about it all night but still couldn't figure out what was going on with the people of Kunshan.

~~

Early the next morning, the guards guarding the governor's office saw their leader Peng Qianhu, who was wearing a half-worn cloth robe, a tattered cotton hat, and carrying a cloth banner with the words "Iron Mouth and Straight Forward" on it, walking out of the office.

"Oh, my lord, are you going to change your career..." The guards joked, but before they could finish their words, they all stopped abruptly.

Because they saw that behind Captain Peng was a thin old man wearing a coarse Taoist robe and a square scarf on his head.

If not the King of Hell, who else could it be?

The guards were so frightened that they were about to kneel down, but Captain Peng stopped them in a low voice, "Don't move. The chancellor is going on a secret visit, and you must not expose yourself."

"You are the best at shouting." Hai Rui rolled his eyes at Captain Peng.

It is better to see it for yourself than to talk about it. He wants to walk on the street today to see whether the people of Kunshan dare not to file a complaint or are unwilling to file a complaint.

Hai Rui originally planned to go out with Hai An, but how could Captain Peng feel at ease? Zhong Cheng Lin and his predecessor, Captain Feng, were still lying in the Jiangnan Hospital. How could he dare to let Zhong Cheng Hai go out with only an old servant?

After much persuasion, Hai Rui finally agreed to let Captain Peng help Hai An to hold the banner for him.

Although Hai An said indignantly that he had practiced southern boxing and northern kicking, he could protect Zhong Cheng's safety...

~~

The two men left the governor's office and saw that the shops in Xishan Lane were open for business as usual, and people on the street were talking and laughing, with no signs of being threatened and staying at home.

"Could these shop owners and ordinary people be officials in disguise?" Captain Peng glanced around vigilantly and put forward a possibility with great experience.

"It looks like you've done this before." Hai Rui laughed and scolded, "Look, there are more women than men on the street. How could they all be police officers?"

"Uh..." Captain Peng said awkwardly, "It seems we didn't have any women at that time."

Having said that, to be on the safe side, the two of them stayed away from Xishan Lane and came to Banshan Bridge, the most prosperous area in Kunshan.

Although it is said to be the most prosperous, it is still far behind Suzhou City or even Wujiang County. It only has 10% of the flow of people outside Changmen in Suzhou and 30% of the flow of people in Shengze Town in Wujiang.

So Hai Rui easily found an empty space on the street, asked Captain Peng to go to a tea stall nearby, paid ten coins to borrow a bench, table and chairs, set them up, put a banner next to the table, and started business.

However, the people on the street seemed to be in a hurry, and no one took care of his business for a while.

The tea stall owner, who was in his sixties, couldn't bear to see this and brought him a bowl of hot red date tea, which Hai Rui drank to warm himself up.

Hai Rui thanked him and held the tea bowl in both hands and asked, "Father, Kunshan County is adjacent to Suzhou, why is the population so sparse?"

"How can Kunshan be compared with Suzhou? There must be a lot fewer people. But in the past, this Banshan Bridge was crowded with people. Isn't it that the master is here to repair the dike? All the people in the county have gone to Kunnan, so naturally there is no one on the street."

"But you, a fortune teller, can't predict this?" The tea stall owner said jokingly, "I think your ability is a little weak."

"Just to make a living." Hai Rui laughed at himself and said, "I really miscalculated. When I was in Suzhou City, I saw the governor's office posting complaints, and thousands of people lined up to file a lawsuit... The people involved in the lawsuit were unsure and wanted to have their fortune told. I made a whole winter's worth of money in ten days."

"Haha, then you have to pay me for the tea." The father-in-law joked.

"Okay, okay." Hai Rui handed him a few more copper coins. The tea stall owner refused at first, but finally accepted them.

"I thought that when the governor came to Kunshan, there would be many people lining up to file a complaint." Hai Rui sighed again, "I didn't expect to come to Xishan Lane and find nothing. How come there is no one filing a complaint? What a miscalculation."

"Hahaha..." The tea stall owner almost laughed himself to death after hearing a fortune teller say that he had miscalculated. After a while, he wiped his tears and said:

"I can't figure it out, so I'll tell you. Since we have Zhao Qingtian in Kunshan, why should we bother Hai Qingtian?"

"Zhao Qingtian?" Hai Rui pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Is it County Magistrate Zhao?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's our old father, the newly crowned number one scholar, Mr. Zhao!" When Mr. Zhao was mentioned, the tea stall owner put away his smile and said with respect: "

"We, the common people of Kunshan, have finally gotten what we deserve. A top scholar has been sent down from heaven to serve as the county magistrate. What a blessing this is."

"I heard that he was punished and was appointed as the county magistrate." Hai Rui said calmly.

"It's all the fault of that bastard Xu from Huating!" Before the tea stall owner could reply, several elderly tea drinkers started to shout. "If it weren't for the treacherous prime minister's frame-up, would our master have ended up like this?"

"But it's also fortunate that we in Kunshan finally got our savior." After cursing, the elderly couldn't help laughing and said, "Come to think of it, it seems that we should thank that bastard Xu."

"I have also heard about County Magistrate Zhao's deeds in fighting floods and building dikes. They are indeed moving and inspiring." Hai Rui asked with a smile, "But what does this have to do with the people's complaints? The people are not suing him."

"Do you think we old parents can only repair the dike?" The tea shop owner replied with a smile: "Although the county never opens court, it holds court twice a month on the second and sixteenth day of each month. The petitions submitted by the common people are quickly judged."

"It must be our master who worked overtime at night to judge the case." The people of Kunshan loved Zhao Shouzheng, so naturally they attributed all the credit to him.

"If you are not satisfied, you can go directly to the master. He is always on the construction site. If we ordinary people have any grievances, we can tell him face to face at any time. The old parents will call the squire to help mediate, and the problem will be solved."

ps. Chapter 2, the next chapter will be made up tomorrow.